And her vibrator.
Well, she did have one of those, but it was for naughty times with Kevin. Speaking of which, he was due home anytime and had told her to watch out for a surprise.
They had a domestic agreement they’d worked out at great length and which gave them both satisfaction and a voice in their life together, although one of his privileges was to gag her while in sex play…should he so desire. The very thought moistened her pussy. He had great powers of sensing her secret fantasies, even when she couldn’t put them into words.
She tried to think what he might be up to now. Their basement was becoming their private kink-kingdom. For Labor Day—Kevin, while not joining the neighbors, had begun to celebrate holidays with nearly as much enthusiasm—she’d received a St. Andrew’s Cross which they had made use of already. She shivered at the memory.
With her man, a surprise could mean anything. Maybe even a cute neighbor for a threesome. What a hypocrite to judge the partygoers—even now music from next door filtered over and made her feel a little lonely.
Why couldn’t they just bob for apples and dance? She could have gotten into a few themed cocktails and while cha-chaing under black lights.
Perhaps if she’d found any of them attractive, she might not have been quite so judgmental—still, their meat-market approach implied that everyone was up for grabs from anyone, and no matter how curious she was about a little kink in her life, such indiscriminate sex was not appealing.
Stripping to her bare skin, she slipped on the silky veils that made up her harem girl costume. She’d decided to leave off any form of underwear, since she hoped he’d be unveiling her soon, and without panties she always felt just a little naughty. She turned this way and that in front of the bathroom mirror, admiring the silky sheen of the scarves, then carefully applied heavy kohl liner around her eyes and touched up her lipstick. Her long, straight black hair swished when she tossed her head and enhanced the outfit. A coin belt on her hips, and she was ready to greet her lord and master at the door.
They’d give out candy for a while then retire to the sultan’s chamber together where she planned to give him the royal treatment.
It was a change in plans—and one he didn’t yet know about. She’d told him two weeks ago she was going to be a witch, and had called to reserve the outfit, but, when she didn’t show up by the day before, the salesperson told her she’d just sold the last sexy witch outfit. Probably she should have shopped before Halloween afternoon.
She eyed her reflection doubtfully, less confident in her choice. He’d seemed very excited by the idea of the slinky, short ensemble she’d shown him in the store window…even loved the purple-and-white striped stockings held up by ruffled garter belts. His costume was a secret this year, but he promised it would coordinate with her witch.
And now…it wouldn’t. Fingers of unease crawled up her spine like furry-legged tarantulas.
Would the sheer scarves make up for her lack of planning? Unlike the previous year when she hadn’t believed Kevin really would spank her, the twelve months since had been peppered with bottom warmings. Not all of them were punishment; she squirmed in remembered pleasure—but some were. The growing collection of impact toys downstairs reflected just how much he enjoyed spanking her.
Last Halloween had opened the door to a new interest in kink for her and a reawakening for Kevin. He’d seemed so mild-mannered—hot, absolutely—but so kind and never raised his voice. Still didn’t. He had other ways to get her attention.
If she couldn’t distract him enough from her failure to follow through on her plan, he’d get out the “special paddle.” A long, narrow polished-maple board, which, when applied to her bare bottom, made it hard to sit comfortably for days.
The doorbell rang and she added one more veil over her breasts to ensure she wasn’t showing anything to shock the trick or treaters, and opened the door, expecting the teens from across the street. “Aren’t you a little old to….”
Wow.
She scanned the woman at the door from the top of her silvery-blonde hair, topped with a pointy black hat and falling to her waist, skating her gaze over the curves barely contained by that sexy witch costume she’d had her eyes on. “I think…I think you’ve got the wrong house.”
The woman smiled, red-painted lips parting to reveal gleaming white teeth. “Do I?”
Missy Sue gulped. She felt a little guilty sending her there, to the home of the crude and the crass. At least without a warning. “The party is next door, but….”
The grin widened, green, cat’s eyes seeming to take in everything about her as if her scarves melted away. Heat rose from Missy’s chest to her cheeks. “You mean where all that noise is coming from? ” The woman sashayed past her into the foyer, leaving her too stunned to protest. “That’s not the party I came for. Here.” She passed her a note and cruised on into the living room, leaving a trail of exotic perfume in her wake. “Kevin get here yet?”
Gaping, Missy Sue tore open the note and read: Surprise! I told you if I found the right woman, I’d invite her over to play. Meet Regine. She’s a witch. Duh. And she is very interested in spending the evening with us. Enjoy getting to know one another but keep your clothes on until I arrive. Her heart thudded in her ears. What did he mean by that? She cast a glance at the witch in question whose intense focus caused her such unease then finished reading. Be good.
Well, what else would she be? But she hadn’t been, had she?
She’d planned to get to the store a lot sooner but she’d been so busy preparing for a convention where her patterns would be featured, and she needed as many examples of her own work as possible, she hadn’t made it. Dang.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” The blonde—Regine, she guessed—sank onto the sofa without waiting for her to answer. “I’ve been on my feet all evening.” She crossed her longlegs, clad in purple-and white striped stockings that somehow made them even longer and outlined their shapely curves and the short skirt hitched up higher to reveal the ruffled garters and a bit of white thigh above. “Halloween is busy for witches.”
Busy for witches? She was really carrying the charade a bit far, but ….“Hey, those garters…that’s my costume.”
Regine, offered her a mischievous wink. “So you’re the one that mousy clerk was holding it for?” She smoothed her skirt, hands gliding down her upper thighs. “It wasn’t hard to change her mind.”
Afraid to ask how she’d done it—magic or seduction—Missy Sue tried to stop staring at the woman’s curves revealed by the outfit. Kevin would have loved her in it. All the drapy veils, the whole pastel rainbow of them, so sheer and revealing in the mirror, now just felt frumpy to her—even her bareness under them not enough to dispel the feeling. She shrugged off the one that made sure her breasts didn’t show through, desperate to feel at least a little sexy in the presence of her visitor’s erotic beauty then wished she hadn’t when her nipples peaked, lifting the fabric with their hard tips. She swallowed hard and moved closer to the couch.
Regine patted the cushion next to her, as if it was her couch. “Sit down and let’s get to know one another.”
Missy fought the desire to offer her a beverage—well trained in hospitality by her social-climbing mother. But the strange circumstances helped her to get past her conditioning, and she perched on the edge of a cushion at the far end of the couch and folded her hands in her lap, fluffing the veils to be sure she didn’t flash anything below the waist. Maybe panties would have been good; it wasn’t as if it took long to get them off when the moment was right and she felt so naked. “So, how do you know Kevin?”
The corner of Regine’s full red lips twitched. “I met him at the corner store.” When Missy didn’t say anything, she went on. “I was buying milk and bread…he was buying wine. He was having a hard time deciding between two bottles—they really do have an amazing selection for a little shop like that—and I told him to buy both, and we got talking.”
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Missy remembered the night. About two weeks before—and they’d drunk both bottles—which were delicious—and had vanilla sex and passed out. “Really? So you live nearby?” And should she be worried? Why hadn’t he mentioned meeting a new neighbor?
Regine nodded and reached out a hand. “Missy, relax, you’re making me nervous.” Linking her fingers through Missy’s, she drew her back to sit next to her.
Missy Sue started to ask how she knew her name, but stopped before stating the obvious. As the scent of jasmine and sandalwood wrapped around her, she found herself right up against the other woman and couldn’t summon the desire to move away.
“Better?” Regine stroked her cheek and peered into her eyes. “I’m not going to bite, you know.” She whispered against her ear, “Not unless you ask very nicely.”
Her warm breath and sultry tone raised goose bumps on her arms. If she’d had any doubt of Kevin’s plan, she didn’t anymore.
“Your sweet husband thought we could get to know each other a little before anything happened. He wanted you to feel free to send me away, if this isn’t what you want.”
This.
What exactly was this?
She thought she knew but ….
“So…you came here to….” How to express it? Until now, it had been a joke between them. Like what celebrities a person could sleep with and not be in trouble with a partner. Sure they’d strayed into all kinds of kink, but just the two of them. She’d never believed he’d bring another woman home.
Foolish on her part. He’d never hesitated to try new things before and the witch was gorgeous.
Regine nuzzled the pulse at the base of her throat and Missy trembled, a gush of moisture trickling down her thigh. Panties…she’d never leave them off again. “To help you and Kevin make a fantasy come true. He thought you might like me.” Cupping her chin, she held her gaze with a fierce light in her eyes. “Do you, Missy Sue?”
Like her? “Well, I don’t know you enough to like you.” Want her? Yes. But know her?
Warm lips pressed against hers and held a moment, the other woman’s hands resting on her shoulders in a non-threatening way. She only had to lean away, but why?
Regine broke contact first. She chuckled, a throaty sound that sped up Missy’s breathing. “I can think of ways to get to know one another, but only if you want to.”
Want. Want to bury her face in the blonde’s cleavage and inhale her scent, to free her breasts from the corseted dress and cup them in her palms and suck the nipples, to….
But it wouldn’t be just the two of them.
She nibbled her lower lip while images raced through her mind. Could she do it? Have sex with another woman and Kevin at the same time? They’d never gotten into details of what would happen if they did meet someone to bring into their bedroom…or the basement. What did he expect? What did she want?
What did Regine want from them?
Her limbs heavy with desire Missy Sue lifted one hand and laid it in Regine’s lap, on her purple-and-white striped stocking. “He said to stay dressed, I wonder if he would mind if we kissed?” She flushed, realizing it was a little late to worry about that.
“He didn’t say not to.” Regine’s pale skin glowed with the sheen of ancient pearls in the lamplight, and she searched Missy’s face. “I would love to kiss you again.”
Her pulse pounded, and she tipped her head back, eyes closed, willing the witch to take the lead. Another low chuckle broke her concentration, and her eyelids fluttered open.
“Oh, no, harem girl.” Regine lay back against the couch cushions and opened her arms. “You have to come to me. I won’t have you saying I took advantage of you.”
Missy could barely breathe, the invitation awakening a deep desire as she eyed the open space between them. Could she? Lips parted, drawing shallow breaths, she slid closer and bent to press a light kiss to Regine’s smiling mouth. Soft, warm, her exotic scent wreathing them. she rested her hands on the other woman’s shoulders and rested against her firm breasts.
Regine drew her tight against her, and they kissed for a long moment, the sweet heat eclipsing any tension, easing her trembling, and sending fire to her core.
Finally, a need to breathe broke them apart.
“I could watch you two all night.” At Kevin’s deep voice, she leapt to her feet, guilt and shame and confusion breaking the magical cloud wreathing Missy and Regine.
“Kevin!” She stood in the middle of the floor, halfway between her husband and the woman she’d been kissing for…a while. “When did you get home?” He wore all black, tight jeans tucked into calf-hugging boots and a silk shirt that clung to his muscular torso. A carved wooden pendant with a triple moon hung against the bare skin revealed by the shirt’s open neck. But his outfit didn’t match hers—it matched Regine’s, and unwarranted jealousy piled on top of the other emotions.
He chuckled. “A few minutes ago, but I didn’t want to disturb you. So, you like your surprise?”
A sense of unreality made it hard to form words. Just this afternoon, her biggest worry had been a spanking for failure to follow up on their costume plans. Now, her husband had brought another woman into their home with the intention of adding her to their life. She had so many questions.
“I…I like kissing her.” She felt like a fool. “But I don’t know, that is, I don’t understand what’s going on exactly.” Did he mean for their guest to be there for only a single night or something ongoing or…?
But her husband knew her well. “Let’s not overthink this. If you like the idea, we can all spend Halloween together then take it from there.” He joined Regine on the couch and left a space open between them. “But I think we have to deal with a small matter of your costume.”
She gaped at the two of them. He wouldn’t. Not in front of someone else.
Kevin’s stern expression told her he would. “Perhaps you can explain to me why Regine is a witch and you are not? Didn’t you tell me you had ordered the costume weeks ago?”
“Yes,” she murmured, flush with horror at the idea of being punished in front of a stranger, albeit one she’d just locked lips with for an extended time.
“And did you?” He narrowed his eyes. The fitted T-shirt and jeans bore little resemblance to the teddy bear suit he’d worn the year before when he first spanked her, but it was the same guy. And he wouldn’t hold back if he felt a punishment spanking was merited.
“Kevin, I….” She swallowed. “Yes.”
“Well.” He laid an arm over the back of the sofa, as relaxed as if it was just the two of them present. “You didn’t lie. What happened? Did the store have a mix-up?”
A relieved breath whooshed from her lungs. “Yes, yes they did.” He couldn’t blame her for that. And it was almost the truth.
He reached out a hand, and she moved closer and took it, standing between his outstretched legs. “I am a little confused about why you didn’t tell me, though. I was looking forward to seeing you in the costume, although this one isn’t bad.” He tightened his knees around her legs, holding her in place. “If you changed your mind, I could have gone with a sultan instead of a male witch.”
So that’s what he was. All she’d seen was tall, dark, and sexy.
Sultan would have been nice, too, though. But the baggy pants wouldn’t have outlined his stiff cock as the jeans did.
Kevin was the center of her world and while she probably could think of an excuse, he would see through it. She would have to submit to his discipline; it was in their agreement. And usually…she loved the security of their life, their domestic arrangement. He valued her honesty. A Halloween candy wrapper on the coffee table reminded her of the bet she’d lost the previous year and the first spanking that resulted. She squirmed in discomfort and arousal. He’d spank her for sure.
But what would Regine think?
They’d never brought anyone into that world before. She sucked in a breath for courage.
“Kevin, I didn’t get around to picking up the outfit and finally they sold it to someone else.”
“Me,” Regine said. “I may have caused this problem.”
“No.” Kevin kept his attention on Missy as he responded. “It’s my wife’s mistake. You were simply a shopper.”
It was all she could do not to run, out the front door and away. But his iron-muscled legs held her firmly in place and as anxiety crept up her thighs to curl in her abdomen, she was horrified to see Kevin break into a grin.
“Wh-why are you smiling? I don’t think being spanked in front of someone is funny.”
Regine’s gaze flicked back and forth between them. She probably didn’t know what to make of it all either. “Should I leave? Maybe we can try this again some other time?”
“No, we’re good. I just had to make sure Missy hadn’t fibbed…but since she didn’t, I won’t give her a punishment spanking.”
She closed her eyes in relief that lasted too short a time.
“But I had something else in mind.” He released her and pushed to his feet. “If everyone is in agreement about spending the night together, would you ladies like to join me downstairs?”
A catalogue of all the toys in the basement flooded her mind. Snapshots of the cross, the wall with its manacles and other dangling bindings, the cabinet of…. Kevin always put her safety first, but what about Regine? She had no doubt the woman was dominant to at least some degree.
Missy remained in front of the couch as Kevin strode toward the basement door. Everything was happening too fast for her comfort. Sure, she’d agreed in principle that a sexy neighbor might make a good playmate. And sure she’d fantasized about it more than once.
But the reality was…too real.
She watched him disappear down the stairs, wanting to follow but unable to move.
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